11 June 2008

Then hear them clearly:

It started to rain and then it began to pour. Warps and wefts of water, reflections of skies of stories fell horizontally on my scalp. We caught it in our palms, waking up in the dance of our feet. Footsteps got louder and louder and louder. The yells in my ears were like the suddenness of trains in a dark tunnel. Booming. Whispering. Tiring. Sigh!

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